A Page of Haiku
Singing her meow song
Walking on soft padded feet
My cat comes to me
The desire is there
And there is work to do
Alas, no network
Philosophers think
Grandiose lofty thoughts
But they are worthless
It is of no use
To ponder depths of meaning
If you are weary
Man cat is stalking
A favorite form of prey
His furry toy mouse
